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Aziel curses, a nasty expletive thrown in my direction as he slows. Charlie gasps in response to the new tempo, her voice hoarse as she encourages Aziel to enjoy this new pace.

I continue to breathe in his lust, overwhelmed by the intensity as it heals my sore body.

“You feel so fucking good.” Aziel moans, quickening again as his orgasm approaches.

His fingers curl around her waist. He’s close. I can feel his orgasm building inside him as if it were my own.

Although I know she’s not real, I can’t help but feel aroused at the sight of her and Aziel together. I want us all to be together, and that starts with Aziel and Silas accepting her as their female. They’ll demand I get rid of her if I tell them my hopes, but it’s only a matter of time before it’s their hope as well.

I want more than just a female I feed from. I want her to be our bonded mate.

Aziel throws his head back as he spills inside her, his body pulsating with delicious power I eagerly soak up.Fuck.

His forehead is damp as he pulls himself away from Charlie. There’s an insecurity in his eye when he turns to me, the emotion surprising.

“Would she have enjoyed that as much as this one did?” he asks.

I try to keep the surprise out of my expression as I take in what he’s just asked. He’s never cared before.

“Probably not,” I admit. “You were too rough, and you made no attempts to please her.”

Aziel hums before shrugging and stepping away. He looks me up and down as he evaluates my current state, a quiet grunt emerging from his throat as he determines I’m up to his health standards.

With a tense nod, he turns back to Charlie and shoos her off his desk. I have half a mind to ask him if he’d like me to teach him how to please her, but I don’t want to push my luck. Instead, I have her vanish into the shadows of his dream.

I’m going to take it as a good sign he’s taken it upon himself to worry about her enjoyment of their sex. He’ll probably pretend it never happened tomorrow morning and yell at me for sneaking into his dream. I don’t think he hates it as much as he says.

He’s always so soft and kind in here, but the moment he’s back in the real world, he’s cold. From the short memories I’ve seen of him and his father, I understand why he feels the need to maintain that callous facade.

“It’s time for you to leave, Gray.” Aziel sits in his chair and returns to his dream paperwork as if this never happened.

I hesitate for a moment, opening my mouth to apologize before scoffing and slipping back into my own body.

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CHARLOTTE

MY STEPS AREsilent as I tiptoe through the estate, sneaking from room to room before the demons wake up. I’ve always hated my inability to sleep in, but for once, I’m grateful my body wakes me before the sun’s risen.

It gives me time to explore.

Craning my neck around the doorway, I’m met with the sight of a large, bustling kitchen. It’s surprisingly modern, the sleek design a far cry from the almost medieval décor that exists everywhere else in this place.

Shadows glide around the room, their hazy bodies paying me no attention as they ready breakfast. At least, I hope they aren’t paying attention. It’s hard to make out any details on their bodies, let alone figure out where they’re looking.

I watch with interest for another long moment before forcing myself to turn away and continue my exploration. If they’re cooking breakfast, I assume that means the demons are expected to wake soon. I want to be back in my room before that happens.

I’m unsure if I’ll be given jobs or chores to fill my days, but I hope Gray takes it upon himself to inform me of anything I’m expected to do before I get into trouble.

A small part of me debates seeking him out to ask when he wakes up, but the thought of willingly putting myself in his vicinity seems silly. I can’t control myself around him, and I think trying to avoid him as much as possible would be best.

The last thing I want is to get sucked into his enticing pull and launch myself at him, as I’ve done multiple times. Each incident leaves me embarrassed and full of shame, and I’d like to prevent them from happening.

Tiptoeing past the kitchen entrance, I move through the dining room before stumbling upon another large hallway. This place is larger than I initially thought, and I make a mental note to draw myself a map when I return to my room.

I glance around the newly discovered corridor before stepping onto the long rug running down its center. A sideboard sits along the left wall with what I assume are expensive vases on top, and I tentatively walk past and peer into the wide entryway opposite it.

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